Not a lot of funny here. Shouldn't be. Sorry.
Well, except below.
And that picture at the end is kinda funny, too.
Hey, I can't help myself.
|"You're goddamn right you should, Mr. Penwasser. |
Oops, I probably shouldn't say that. Fuck."
Memorial Day is a day set aside on the last Monday in May to honor those who died while serving in the armed forces of the United States. Even though well-meaning people often confuse it with Veterans Day in November (which honors all who ever served in the military), that's at least better than those who think it's nothing more than the unofficial beginning of the summer and backyard barbecue season.
NOTE: Honestly, which it is.
Originally called Decoration Day, this recognition of those who gave their lives in the American Civil War was officially proclaimed on May 5th, 1868, by Union General John Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic. Planned for May 30th, it drew former foes together to plant flowers and otherwise spruce up graves of war dead from North and South alike at Arlington National Cemetery.
To be sure, women in the South were also “decorating” gravesites of their dead from the “Great Cause.” In fact, some sources state that those practices even predated the end of the nation’s bloodiest conflict. What’s more, some states in Dixie even had their own Decoration Days, mostly in May.
The “Decoration” name stuck until it officially changed to “Memorial” Day in 1967. No matter what it was called, though, Americans throughout the nation took time out to honor those who had fallen.
To be sure, the wars in which their country fought (both declared and, since 1941, undeclared) may not be held in the highest regard by a great many Americans. Some of their arguments I agree with, some I do not.
But, those who fought and died in them? Those we hold in reverent high regard. Whether draftee or volunteer, they paid the ultimate sacrifice. And even though some may view their sacrifice in vain, we cannot discount the price they paid.
I believe heroes like this, men and women all through American history, gave their countrymen the luxury of being able to go to the beach, incinerate (in the case of my father) hot dogs on the backyard grill, and (sadly) not have a frikkin’ clue what the day is all about.
I salute those people on this Memorial Day.
|Except this guy. |
This guy makes me wish it was winter.
Dedicated to my friends, CDR Bill Donovan and AW1 (NAC/AW) Joe Pycior, killed at the Pentagon on September 11, 2001